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Weekly Contest #17
The AC hummed, its monotonous buzz barely audible over the sirens in the distance. Even if six fans spun from each corner of the room, it was still hot.It was always hot.Weather Control wanted them out of there. Flushed. Hunted, then dead.An intricate knitting of tubes and cables hummed of static above his head. Strands of light brown hair thrashed, attracted by the ceiling. He grunted in frustration, and moved his chair to the left, its legs scratching the floor.I have to fix that, he thought, staring at a blue jolt of electricity, car...
Weekly Contest #9
"Why can't I cross this river?" he mumbled, staring at the ceiling fan. Its blades spun monotonously, creaking every two seconds. He should have fixed it the day before, or probably even earlier, but getting out of bed seemed too hard of a task. 'Similarities,' his mind whispered. 'There are certain similarities, don't you think? She's known me ever since I was born and keeps saying we're different. But there are similarities.'A brown cockroach was struggling to ascend the wall to his right. He turned, and followed its path with curious eyes...
Weekly Contest #8
Her bare feet crunched white sand beneath. The march seemed never-ending. Step, crunch, repeat. Step, crunch, repeat. Her calloused toes no longer hurt, but felt lifeless, tiny slabs of flesh and bone displacing insignificant swirls of silvery dust. Endless dunes stretched as far as the eyes could see, a vast, dry ocean of nothingness. She gazed up at the blank canvas above, her amber eyes tearing up from the sun.She coughed and hot air grazed the inside of her dry throat. Fingers clasped around her waterskin, she shook it, but no drops fell...
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